She stops, biting her lip. Her brow furrows, then she raises herself. Although she’s dripping wet, taking me in all the way in one motion might be too much.
I reach out to run my hands over her thighs. She shakes her head. “No.”
“Don’t you want to feel good?” I reach for her again. “Let me help.”
“No,” she says again. “You’ll just take it. I know what you’re trying to do.”
“What am I trying to do?” I ask, desperate to have her move faster, to take more inside.
“You just want to get me hot and bothered so you can avoid the punishment.” She cups my face and gives me a beautiful smile. “You’re perfect the way you are. Nothing can change that.”
Despite the sexual frustration building inside, I have to smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s better.” She moves over me slowly and leisurely, taking her time. Her breasts bob up and down with every bounce, one nipple still glistening with saliva. I’m dying to pull the other one into my mouth.
“Let me suck your other nipple and make you feel good.”
There’s a spark of interest, but she shakes her head. “I don’t know if you deserve it.” She cocks a teasing eyebrow. “That seems more like a reward for you.”
“I’ve learned my lesson now.” I try to sound humble. From her throaty laugh, I don’t think I succeed.
She leans over me, her curls falling over us in a cascade, creating an intimate cocoon. She dips her head, her feathery breath grazing the side of my neck. It’s all I can do to not push my hips upward, thrust myself into her slippery warmth.
There’s a sudden pain on my neck. Her teeth close over my skin, but not hard enough to break it. The sting makes me expel a rough breath. She sucks the spot long and hard, then licks as though healing it.
“That should do it,” she says with a satisfied smile. Then she frowns. “Is it going to upset you if there’s a mark on your neck? I should’ve thought about that before…”
I run my fingers through her curls. “It’s fine if it’syourmark.” Lust and affection rush over me, wresting control out of my already tenuous grip. “Let everyone know I’m taken every time they look at me.”
Then I grip her hips and brace my feet and start to move both of us, bouncing her and thrusting forward, driving deeper inside her. She’s so hot, so perfect.
She throws her head back. “Yes!” Her chest shudders with each shallow breath.
“You’remine,” I grind out, unable to stop myself.
“And…and…” she pants, but then loses herself in her rising orgasm.
It doesn’t matter. I know what she wanted to say—and I’ve been hers all along without realizing it. I wrap my arms around her, taking her mouth, and explode into the sweetest oblivion I have ever experienced in my life.
Chapter Forty-One
Josh
I stop at the deli that’s a block away from the firm and grab a quick turkey-and-ham sandwich. Nothing but mayo and mustard on top because, for some reason, the lettuce they use tastes like dirt. Something about it just makes the sandwich taste wrong.
“Anything else?” the cashier asks, flashing a smile and blushing at the same time.
I shake my head and swipe my card. “Thank you.”
“Bye,” she says with a sigh, but I’ve already turned and started toward the exit. When Klein’s hickey was on my neck, women didn’t give me that unnecessarily lingering look. Sadly, it faded too fast. I should get her to do it again later. I purse my lips with displeasure—women can wear rings to show they’re taken, but it isn’t as easy for men. Our only real option is a wedding band.
I walk briskly to the office, slightly behind on a contract review that Sandra wanted. Apparently, the angelfish’s death inspired her to be more creative and socially conscious because she lost sight of her true self in the pursuit of fame and fortune. This somehow translated intoget me out of my existing contracts.
I advised her that it was unlikely that she’d be able to terminate them early without paying heavy penalties—I don’t remember every detail of all her deals—but she wants me to try.So here we are. I shake my head inwardly. Who discovers her true self and purpose in life because of a dead angelfish except in Hollywood?
The upshot is that it’s going to involve working overtime. Which is irritating, because I have a more important project to work on.
At least I’m satisfied with the design for a custom ring, and the jeweler is working on turning the design into reality. I plan to propose to Klein—again, and for real this time—in a grand romantic setting. That embarrassing video shouldn’t count. In fact, it needs to be forgotten. She deserves better.
